THE FARMER AND THE QUEEN
by Shel Silverstein
"She's coming," the farmer said to the owl.
"Oh, what shall I, what shall I do?
Shall I bow when she comes?
Shall I twiddle my thumbs?"
The owl asked, "Who?"
"The Queen, the Queen, the royal Queen--
She'll pass the farm today.
"Shall I salute?" he asked the horse.
The horse said, "Nay."
"Shall I give her a gift?" he asked the wren.
"A lovely memento for her to keep?
An egg or a peach or an ear of corn?"
The wren said, "Cheap."
"But should I curtsy or should I cheer?"
Oh, here's her carriage now.
What should I do?" he asked the dog.
The dog said, "Bow."
And so he did, and so she passed,
Oh tra lala lala,
"She smiled, she did" he told the sheep.
The sheep said, "Bah."
11 comments:
My kind of tribute, Leenie. :)
too cute!
Little critters weren't too impressed were they?
I'd like to see the Queen on a farm...
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!
Great word play. The queen is quite a woman; I imagine her smiling.
Sweet poem! And I would love to meet you too!
Love, love, love! This was the bright spot in my day, Leenie. Thank you!
What fun, Leenie!
I'm a Jubilee fan though far from home!
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PRFECT, Leenie!I too, cheer the Queen!
Linda
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Mr. Silverstein is one of our favorite poets. Never fails to entertain the kids.
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